Two steps forward,
Ten steps backwards,
Our universe basks in turmoil,
Our planet is filled with the harvest of grief.
Across continental vistas,
Fires rage madly,
Like the crucible of death.
We have attained the sophiscation of gods,
Expertly crafting tools of the sublime and the mundane
Advancing the tethers of science
To the hazed amazement of Spirit Beings.
Still and still yet,
We have not refined our primitiveness,
Greed and destruct remains glued to our hearts
Terror and envy still walks in our boots.
As long as many amongst us,
Crawl to bed hungry.
As long as young kids around us,
Swallow the pangs of hunger,
And drink water mixed with faeces,
Our world is still stuck in the late past.